There's some minor f-bomb usage in here. Just sayin'. ;D
I hope nobody gets offended that two femmes are spark-mated. xD Just an fyi, they aren't actually sisters. It was just a coverup. (just in case some of ya didnt know!) In all honesty, I get a little tired of seeing the old-school male/female pairings, and I see nothing wrong with 'gay' 'lesbian' or 'bisexual' hahah (since I happen to like both genders myself, so I can relate) I figured this would be something different and interesting at the same time.
Again, I apologize in advance for those of you who are having second thoughts on this story because of that. ^.^ If it helps, there really won't be much fluff at all between Demon and Ram!
Thank you all for the reviews! :)
"So, now that you're free, talk to me." Sideswipe sat himself down on the ground, in the middle of the base. He usually didn't care if he was blocking the way of any soldiers and whatnot. He was, after all, known as the 'afthole of the base'.
Demonator sighed, a large cup of energon in her hand as she sat next to her friend. She took a giant gulp of it before she talked. It felt good to feel her blood rushing back to her cables. "Basically, Ratchet hates my guts. What else is there to talk about?"
Sideswipe shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno. I mean, you don't like this Rammunition girl still, do you?" When Demonator paused, Sideswipe growled and wiped a hand down his face. "Demon, you can't expect to get back with Ratchet if you can't make up your mind. Either you like her, or you hate-"
"Sideswipe, you don't understand," she began, optics burning back into his own. "I'm bonded to her for a reason. Those feelings don't just get up and walk away."
Sideswipe shuffled a bit nervously. Although he was a good friend of the femme before him, he was still Sideswipe. He didn't have the slightest clue as to how to make a femme feel better about her insecurities. "What about Ratchet?"
Demonator shrugged harshly. "What about Ratchet?"
"What about your feelings for him? Strong? Weak?" He paused. "Just answer this for me instead; why did you leave Rammunition?"
Demonator paused and had a look on her face that almost told Sideswipe she didn't even know. Her fingers dug into the ground around her uncomfortably. "You have to understand," Demonator began. "I was slagging stupid back on Cybertron. I could never make up my mind about who I wanted to bond with and live with for the rest of my life. I tried so many mechs and none of them were for me. Except one."
"Ratchet?" Sideswipe guessed.
Demonator shot him a dark look. "I said when I was still on Cybertron. I didn't know Ratchet at the time." Then she sighed gently. "I'm talking about Shockwave."
Sideswipe's optics widened extraordinarily large. "Shockwave? How the- why? Of all mechs!"
Demonator growled at him. "Shockwave had his servants take care me from day one! My real creators were killed in battle. I remember being alone, cold, in the dark. My systems were malfunctioning. I couldn't fend for myself. I was just a sparkling. I remembered these 'Cons coming up to me. I was scared. They offered me energon and I realized they were there to help me."
"So, you were never actually born a 'Con? You were made one?"
Demonator shook her head. "No that's not how it works. My parents were Decepticons, so technically, yes, I was born one."
"Okay, so, regardless. Doesn't that make Shockwave a bit too old for you?" Sideswipe looked as if he were about to puke energon.
"Shockwave refused to show his face to me until I was old enough," she explained. "His servants always used to come to me with gifts saying, 'Shockwave gives you this' or 'Shockwave gives you that', but I never actually knew who Shockwave was. If anything, I assumed he was somebody my age, or maybe a new higher-being the Decepticons worshipped other than Primus. Then, one day, one of the servants, who was known as Avenger, came to me and told me Shockwave wanted to see me. Face to face."
"And you went?" Sideswipe asked, even though it was an obvious answer.
"Yes," she continued, looking up at the sky. "I was nervous. I didn't know what his intentions were with me. Then, when I saw him, I couldn't believe it. He looked so powerful sitting the way he was, with that Driller beast surrounding him like a veil. That single optic of his burned through me. I could tell he was just as perplexed. He kept staring at me awkwardly. I remembered Avenger bowing down as low as possible and saying, 'I take it you like what you see?'. Shockwave said nothing but nod his head. I assumed he wasn't much of a talker."
Sideswipe laughed and shook his head. "Wow. That's fragged up. Seriously. Did he force you to like him?" He raised an optic ridge, now looking more concerned.
Demonator sighed and shook her head. Her gaze was now directed towards the medical bay. "No. We ended up spending time together. He took me to places, talked to me a lot and sooner or later, I realized that maybe he wasn't so bad. Then, I came to him with some news."
"What was the news?" Sideswipe asked, looking impatient.
Demonator made eye contact and laughed. "I told him I wasn't just interested in mechs. I figured he deserved to know. After all, he had spent so many years raising me. Er, well, his servants did at least."
Sideswipe looked even more interested at this point. "How'd he take it? What did he say?"
"You won't even believe it," Demonator smirked.
"Tell me!" Sideswipe grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. "I wanna know! Not fair."
She sighed. "He looked around at all the femmes nearby, pointed to them all with his hand and said, 'pick one and she's yours'." She laughed at the look Sideswipe was giving her. "I know. I was very confused. First of all, he was letting me pick a femme of my own. Secondly, I thought to myself, didn't he want me? Why would he want me to get with somebody else?"
"Soooo," Sideswipe rolled his hand impatiently. "Come on, tell me the rest!"
"I did what he offered. I picked a femme," she sighed and directed her attention over to the Autobot hangar. Sideswipe followed her gaze and sure enough, his optics landed on Rammunition.
"It was her," Sideswipe began. He looked over at Demonator again. "Wasn't it?"
Demonator exhaled and stared down at the ground blankly. She nodded. "Yup." Taking another inhale, she directed her optics back to the sky. "Turns out, I started to like her more than Shockwave and we fled that part of Cybertron together and hid from everybody. Of course, this was back when Megatron wasn't working with Shockwave at the time. So, I found Megatron and he took us in."
"Okay, I'm lost." Sideswipe admitted. "I thought Megatron was the leader of the Decepticons. So, how does Shockwave have his own 'Con servants, if he's not leader?"
"Shockwave is a very powerful Cybertronian. There was a time when Megatron and Shockwave worked together. Megatron gave Shockwave his own army. When they split apart, Shockwave threatened to kill any of his Decepticons who betrayed him and left to re-join with Megatron. That's how. Anyway, I told Megatron about everything and he kept us. This was back when he wasn't an afthole," she growled, rolling her optics. "Later, things got difficult with me and Rammunition. She went off on a mission without me and never came back. I was left alone with Megatron and the Fallen. That's when all that stuff happened a year ago. Now, here I am."
"I feel like I'm about to go into forced stasis," Sideswipe chuckled. "Primus, that's a really complicated story."
Demonator shrugged. "Yeah, it's confusing, but, it's my life, so I can't help it." A yellow/green-ish blur caught her attention from the corner of her optic and she directed her head towards it. She almost regretted doing so when she realized it was Ratchet.
Sideswipe noticed this and nudged her arm with his elbow gently. "Go try and talk to him."
She shook her head. "He doesn't want to talk to me."
"Then tell him too fucking bad," he muttered. "You know, he still loves you, right? I'm telling you. I've known Ratchet waaay longer than you have. He's mad at you, but he wants you to talk to him. Trust me."
"I don't know what to say that I haven't said already," she admitted.
"You're both so stubborn. No wonder," he growled. "If you don't go talk to him, I'm dragging him over here." Before Demonator could protest, he began to stand up.
"Sides!" She yelled out, but it was too late. He was already walking ahead of her. She scrambled to her feet and by the time she did so, she watched impatiently as Sideswipe spoke to Ratchet. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but by the look on Sideswipe's face, he was probably asking him to talk to her. Her spark sank when she saw Ratchet shake his head and start to walk away.
"Don't be an afthole!" she managed to hear Sideswipe yell and grab Ratchet's arm.
"Get off me!" Ratchet growled back, yanking his arm away. "If she wants to talk to me, then she can come meet me!" Sideswipe watched him stomp off.
Demonator folded her arms as Sideswipe walked back over to her. "He's so fragging stubborn," she huffed.
Sideswipe's hands fell to his sides and he glared at her. "Are you kidding me? You're both the same! Go talk to him," he muttered the last part and began to walk away. "I'm going to get a cup of high-grade and forget all about this."
When he was out of sight, Demonator turned her attention back to the direction of the med bay. "Well," she said to herself, arms folded. "If he wants me to come to him, then that's fine by me." Unfolding her arms, she exhaled one last time before walking forward.
Cliffhangers just suck, don't they? ;P Just a quick, little chapter to help try and explain things further. Plus, I wanted to get Sideswipe and Demonator's friendship shown in the story a bit more.
I know this chapter might've been a bit too confusing. If anybody has any questions, please ask! :D Either something may not make sense or I accidentally screwed up somewhere. ^.^ My memory tends to suck from time to time.
